You've been throwing dirt on my name around this town like it ain't small
Like your friends ain't my friends, and I wouldn't end up hearing it all
I fell on the sword, but only the good Lord Knows the hell that you put me through
Sober me would never tell, but tonight I'm on that Tennessee truth
I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, airing out the past
Want the world to know that you did me wrong
I don't know how you act sweet after how you did me
Here's a middle finger to you through a song
Comes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsy
I can't help but tell that Tennessee truth
I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack
And you can kiss my boots
I've had it up to my redneck, didn't expect the way you've been acting
I took it on the chin, letting you in, and I regret letting that happen
Maybe I took that high road a little too far
So what if it took pouring something too strong to really pour out my heart?
I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, airing out the past
Want the world to know that you did me wrong
I don't know how you act sweet after how you did me
Here's a middle finger to you through a song
Comes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsy
I can't help but tell that Tennessee truth
I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack
And you can kiss my boots
Kiss my boots
Going dirt on my name around this town like it ain't small
Like your friends ain't my friends and I wouldn't end up hearing it all
So I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, airing out the past
Want the world to know that you did me wrong
I don't know how you act sweet after how you did me
Here's a middle finger to you through a song
Comes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsy
I can't help but tell that Tennessee truth
I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack
And you can kiss my boots
Oh, you can kiss my boots
Yeah, you can kiss my boots
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